MAFIA INDEBTED (Mafia Series #1)

Chapter 16

Slowly, Anissa opened her eyes. She felt her arms bound and her neck ached. She couldn't even move an inch. The room was dimly lit. She could see the rays of the sun that can penetrated through the curtains reflect off in the mirror of dresser.

Her breath got caught in her throat when she saw Shehryaar sleeping beside her: she realized that her head was resting on his bare left breast; his chest was chiseled and muscular. She blushed deep scarlet when she that his left dark nipple was right in front of her eyes. His arm was snaked around her, bounding her arms together to that she wouldn't move. His chest moved up slightly in silent breathing causing Anissa's head to move as well.

Her heart began to pound as she realized that she was naked beneath the sheets. The previous night's events flashed in her mind. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to calm down. Even now, her husband who was so close and his touch so strong had an immense effect on her.

Her neck craned up and for the first time, she allowed herself to look closely at her husband. In the limited light, she could still make out his beautiful face. He looked so peaceful while resting but his brows were still slightly furrowing thus even maintaining his devious frown in slumber. Anissa wanted to erase that furrow with her finger but resisted the urge. She didn't deem it appropriate to touch him.

His handsome face was relaxed, his eyes closed, his long thin lashes fanning his high cheek bones. His lips looked a little dry and slightly parted.

He looks so...... normal. Why can't he be like this when he's awake? Why does he have to be so damn intimidating?

It was strange: Anissa was terrified of her husband. That's not how she wanted to start her new life with her life partner. She wanted to trust him, rely on him, and feel something for him other then fear and anxiety.

But what he did last night was hindering her from not fearing him. He was forcing himself on her even when she begged him not to. She has already told him of her sexual dysfunction but he disregarded her feelings like it was nothing and still married her.

How will I ever be able to be a good wife to him? If I don't satisfy him, he'll grow frustrated. He's already hit me so many times, who knows what else he's capable of?

She was pulled out of her thoughts when Shehryaar stirred. She drew a sharp breath and her eyes widened when Shehryaar opened his eyes, his grey gaze setting on her.

Her cheeks brightened and she pressed her lips together. His arm tightened around her and he brought her close, his eyes piercing into hers. When his lips were close to hers, he whispered.

"Get ready."

With that, he pulled away and jumped out of the bed, leaving behind a confused Anissa.

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'Get ready'?

What does he mean by that?

She was very confused; she couldn't understand what he meant. He wanted her to get ready? But for what? This was Shehryaar, his one word could have a thousand meanings.

"There, done."

The hair stylist commented, fixing the lightly embroidered dupatta on Anissa's head. Today was the Waleema day, a day on which the groom and his family give a grand lunch to the families.

Anissa was dressed in a beautiful hazel brown dress, embroidered with brown and gold beads and threads, matching the color of Anissa's eyes on Shehryaar's insistence. The pure gold jewelry she was wearing matched perfectly as well as the jaded gold strapped heels.